Falice oneshots At Midnight

Red-heeled Queen

"SPOILERS FOR Season 4. I know I say this ever oneshots I do around the new season's episodes. I'm sorry if it sounds repetitive. I just don't want people to be mad at for not putting a warning. I also know that not everyone has seen the latest episodes or the newest one. Anyways On with my one shot." Spoilers for 4x7:" The Ice Storm."

Also warning it gets a little smutty towards the middle. Just a fair warning.

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He was sorta sadden by the fact that Jughead wasn't going to be home for thanksgiving this year. His son was stuck at Stonewall because of the ice storm. Also Betty was spending the weekend up there with him. Which he did find nice.

But He had been looking forward to having an traditional thanksgiving like Fred had for years.

Besides the fact there was no football like Fred's typical thanksgiving celebration. His turkey was the best. He missed Fred so much. This thanksgiving was going to be a little different then football games with his late friend.

Nobody knew how to deep-fry a turkey like Fred Andrews could. He was going to miss that turkey. He hated that he was taken so soon.

So when Alice suggested that they had Pop's instead of cooking, he was quite taken back but this was the Alice he knew.

Alice wasn't the one for going overboard with holidays. She was more like the chill go with the follow kind-woman.

They were having a wonderful meal until the Lodges showed up ruining the night. FP had gotten into a fist-fight with Hiram. Alice had to intervene.

He wished he did press that broken bottle of rum into his neck. But he didn't. He knew that's what Hiram wanted and he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction to think he had won.

When in the real truth was he didn't. He also couldn't believe that Hermione had gone back to him. He knew that she was mostly threatened by him. He wouldn't put it passed him.

Hiram was known for threats. He had done jobs for him in the past. He had deeply regretted but there was no turning back time here.

He still couldn't believe the fact that Alice had invited Hermione and Hiram without even asking if it would bother him.

And for the fact it did. But she did make it up to him with kisses on his bruised cheek after his fight with Hiram's fist.

He did throw the first punch and man it felt good to be the one. He knew now how Fred felt. The rush he had after felt like amazement had struck him.

He knew Fred would be proud of him at that very moment. Maybe not at the fact had a little bit to drink just to silence Hiram's voice from breaking into his head.

Alice sat right next to him on their couch, while he iced his cheek with an ice pack. She had felt so bad for inviting them to their table. It was her and FP's time together alone and she just ruined it.

She didn't think that there would be an physical altercation. But she should've known by the way FP looked at Hiram the second he stepped into Pop's.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I should've asked if it was okay to invite them." She apologized as she glances at the hefty bruise on FP's cheek.

FP sighed softly as his back was on the pillow facing her. "It's okay. I just wished you would've asked me before you did it." He accepted her apology before letting out a groan.

"I can't believe I'm still working for Hiram. I can't work him, Alice. I don't want to choose between being the sherif or the serpent king that gave shits about people." He ranted on after they returned from the speakeasy.

Alice says," What if you don't have to?" He grins again her statement.

"Be both Sheriff and a gang leader?" He questions at her impressive suggestion.

Alice smiles." Yes. There's no rule saying you can't." FP grins widely.

He takes her in with both his hands, cupping her cheeks and guiding her lips to his mouth. She smiles deeply into the kiss as his hands roam through her hair.

Her lengthy blonde curls bounce against her shoulders as his fingers hook around the collar of her shirt. She giggles when the fabric gets caught around her right earlobe and throws him backwards against the couch.

"Oh, shit." He curses, while chuckling at the fact he had gotten so carried away he messed up." This never happens. I guess I was just so eager to have sex for the third time today." Alice's giggles made him start to lose it.

"It's okay, baby. Things happen." She comments as she hastily fumbles for the buttons on FP's flannel.

She was thankful for Betty being gone for the day. At first was sad, but now she felt much better. She would be horrified if her daughter caught in the act.

She kicked off her red heels she wore earlier that day. The same ones she tosses before they had sex on the kitchen breakfast nook or against the kitchen table in the dinning room.

She pushed the objects on the coffee table, next to the couch, onto the hardwood before she rolled on top of the wood. Her back was pressed against the wooden material as FP's lips suckle on her neck. She felt closer to her fantasy.

"Fuck... lower." She moans softly, feeling his teeth sink slightly into her skin.

FP climbs on top of her, slowly trailing wet kisses down her bare breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and savoring her moans that she squeezed out of her kissable lips.

He takes a break from her breasts and comes back up to press a firm kiss on her lips. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue danced around in swirls in hers. She broke the kiss by parting her lips slightly." Enough teasing, FP!" She groaned at the fact he had kept teasing.

He slowly like turtle-speed tears her red lace panties off her, down her smooth legs and around her ankles before discarding them to near the fireplace.

He looked up to make sure that he hadn't thrown them into the blazing fireplace. He hadn't. Alice would kill him.

She looked over in the direction he had thrown her panties and giggles." You're so lucky, Sheriff Jones. I just bought those." She went on until his lips teased her nipples again.

"Shush up, Alice. I have to get my work down and I can't do it with you yammering on!" He hisses back.

She nods, only because she's turned on even more by the authority in his voice as he growled out an order for her to obey.

She obliged to his order and let him continue his teasing affair with her body. She wanted him so badly. She felt herself getting closer. It was killing her.

After about twenty minutes she had gotten tired by his teasing. She flipped them over and climbed on top of him.

"It's the reporters turn, Jones." She said before nibbling on his earlobe. "Now, watch and, learn, Mr. Sheriff."